Unspeakable 100 Layers Novels & Stories

“Luke, I told you not to lie to me again. I’m giving you this chance but… I’m sorry… I don’t think I can ever trust you again.” ***

Robert asked as he poured me a drink. I downed my drink without responding and poured myself another. Sensing my mood, Robert stayed quiet and just kept drinking with me. "Alright, enough! I'm going to be sick if we keep drinking like this!" Robert finally grabbed my hand to stop me. Through my drunken haze, I looked at him and slurred, "Come on, let's keep going." Robert glared at me. "Hell no! Something's clearly wrong with you today. Spill it. What's bothering you?"

The silence was profound and heavy. William’s grip tightened. “Backup generators. Now.” But the generators did not kick in. No red emergency lights glowed. The door they had entered through, a heavy, reinforced piece of security, emitted a soft, definitive thunk as its electromagnetic lock sealed. In the absolute dark and silence, their own breath seemed deafening. Then, a new sound. A low, synthetic hum that seemed to come from the walls themselves. It resolved into a voice digitally altered, stripped of humanity, calm and precise as a diagnostic report. It emanated from ceiling speakers they hadn’t known were there.

The vibration hit my throne like a kinetic strike, rattling the copper sutures in my chest. "Mommy?" Leo’s voice was a fragile thread. He stood in the center of the Grand Hall, his small shoulders hunched inside his shredded peacoat. He wasn't looking at the Unlearned stacking the stones. He was looking at the ceiling speakers. The high-frequency hum of the city's grid suddenly died, replaced by a tonal resonance that tasted of liquid nitrogen and clinical erasure. [ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: SECTOR 77-OBSIDIAN.]

It turned into a thousand small, gold-glass butterflies that were instantly consumed by the mercury-sea. "The magic of the North is 'Unmapped' in the Gallery, but it is 'Indexed' in the Web," the Merchant-Beast laughed, its voice sounding like the grind of tectonic plates. "Every act of heresy you performed was recorded, Silas Blackwood. We have the 'Source Code' for your rage. We have the 'Algorithm' for your love."

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

The "Universal Audit" signal was not a suggestion; it was a "Total System-Command." As Ethan Hawke stood in the "Shattered" remains of the penthouse, the "Acoustic Noise" of the city below changed from a panicked hum to a "High-Frequency" scream of sirens and "Mechanical" locks. The "City of Stone" was no longer a "Gilded" home—it had been "Hard-Reset" into a "Total Sector Killing Floor."

Uncontrolled. “HAAAAAA— And then—everything goes dark